This is a song about "Sam hall"

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

Fame hall inhabitant spray the tec wrist throbbing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Now i've up-graded to taxicab, i'm in the hall of fame,

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Hopefully i can get in the hip-hop hall of fame

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

Roll hall of fame even though i walk in the church

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our nation have to bow, africa