This is a song about "Sam jones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Playboy, i don't own that man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/