This is a song about "Sam the bitch"

And bijies like im out and

Got a bitch in the basement

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Despite the fact i served you to your family bitch,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

-i didn't want to kill the little white bitch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

To remain the bitch she is,