This is a song about "Sam sucks dick"

Playboy, i don't own that man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

We vegetables, on them record labels

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Who got three dick sucks straight from your mommy

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Carlcee magnifies, then sucks you until you're dry