This is a song about "Sam fu"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Combat kung fu, with that jujitsu

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

We kung-fu that jack black/

They gotta point em out baby

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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