This is a song about "Sam jacks"

These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

Even uncle sam agrees.

So if you wanna leave

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son