This is a song about "Sam tom tyler"

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Even uncle sam agrees.

And him and tyler keep it trill like andre,

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Sorry... lets go tyler.

That's what rains for