This is a song about "Sam erickson"

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

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

They claim it as their own, africa

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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

Even uncle sam agrees.

Now i'm living out my dreams

I'm more furious then serious sam

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Fuck that now trying get the money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti