This is a song about "Sam stead"

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Just take control if you can

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I'm more furious then serious sam

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Shows to do, got record to sell

Stead of givin me hell?

Even uncle sam agrees.

Got her going down, no teeth

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth