This is a song about "Sam erickson"

I'm more furious then serious sam

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

She going to borrow some money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Right flows down and they might go nice

Even uncle sam agrees.

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

She said she's never had a man