This is a song about "Sam the fag"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Every fag is on the hit list

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

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

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

I pop one, you pop one

Fuck the system diss him fag listen