This is a song about "Sam s head"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Weed i can't pronounce man

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

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

I know what you do with that

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time