This is a song about "Sam the winner"

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Scriptures said i'd be a winner ever since the day i played with scissors

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

Ay yo you wonder who i are

You think you're the winner

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

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

Cause it's like you're my mirror

A lottery winner,

It's obvious i'm crazy

Tko sam ja, sta si ti