This is a song about "Sam s balls"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Is written in our souls, africa

'cause i had the strength and balls

Black fours red drop head doors

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Sittin on bowling balls

Kirko paint her walls

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine