This is a song about "Sam garza"

I'd done stacked many

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

When you're reachin' your dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

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

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

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

I'm more furious then serious sam