This is a song about "Sam hall"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

I split, back into the back hall so dark,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Down the hall and don't duel me

Baby, let me give you a call

And throw her shit in the hall

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Make you swallow more balls than tables at pool hall

I'm just sittin in study hall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I'm why baby mommas leave

Even uncle sam agrees.