This is a song about "Sam pottorff"

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

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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Even uncle sam agrees.

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

The science and the art, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I'm more furious then serious sam

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

I got bigger problems baby

Tko sam ja, sta si ti