This is a song about "Sam the simp"

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

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

Down the street to the car,

With the goons i spar

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah