This is a song about "Sam stead"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Prince georges to the district

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

Let me call that hotel

Stead of givin me hell?

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Even uncle sam agrees.