This is a song about "Sam honey"

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

A legend have to bow, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Summertime in the city

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse