This is a song about "Sam the mexican"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

You winning's more rare than a mexican on break

Ironically i'm mexican and still don't understand it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

The bigger the the fun

Miami nights, ain't another one

I'm more furious then serious sam

At home they comparin this situation to nam

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the