This is a song about "Sam the mexican"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Credit card late fees

Even uncle sam agrees.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack