This is a song about "Sam whitehead"

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I'm more furious then serious sam

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Beautiful are thou, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Even uncle sam agrees.

Inferior, but i'm nice

It was just another party

Tko sam ja, sta si ti