This is a song about "Sam deans"

Hate it when i leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

Our nation have to bow, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Life's about decisions man

I'm more furious then serious sam

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Cause all i want is you, baby

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures