This is a song about "Sam mumford bald head egg poached"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Hearing voices in my head

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Now i'm living out my dreams

Even uncle sam agrees.

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

She don’t give her nigga head