This is a song about "Sam stead"

I promise to keep it honest

Stead of treated, we get tricked,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Sides dissection im infection in your lifes stead

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Stead of havin to learn from internet sites/

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I'm more furious then serious sam

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

Alcatraz was purchased by a white man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat