This is a song about "Sam likes men"

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Don’t mean to disrespect you

No one likes being lied to.

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

They'll never become better men