This is a song about "Sam diss"

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

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

I said believe in your dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

Than the muse of a family

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

He's a pro at suckin', fuckin spittin' slow with his shit diss

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

You're obsolete, i don't even need to diss you, you diss yourself.

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends