This is a song about "Sam milkey"

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Bitch, they call it motor city

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Used to call me the african don dada

I'm more furious then serious sam

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Even uncle sam agrees.

Lights please, lights please

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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