This is a song about "Sam i sgay"

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I cannot explain, i cannot.

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Life's about decisions man

I realize as i cry everything i have i owe to them

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Cause my thing something vicious

I know i say this enough

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And i will cut it short for i,

I mean of course just the same old

But i can't and i won't