This is a song about "Sam the bitch"

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

I'm more furious then serious sam

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

I give bitches dick and leave

Even uncle sam agrees.

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

So all the hustling for nothing man

Im the newest nigga up in this bitch

And she stripping, go to college