This is a song about "Sam saunders"

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

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm everything that they call nice

Educate yourselves, of africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Still the man with the pan

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Yeah, it's all natural baby

I'm more furious then serious sam

You always say you wasn't ready for no man