This is a song about "Sam neal"

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

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

I'm more furious then serious sam

So if i talk down to a man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Even uncle sam agrees.

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

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

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

I swear they think i'm crazy