This is a song about "Sam wild"

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Living young and wild and free

Cause some of you bitches funny

Cause you didn’t play the game right

We fuck high and get wild tonight

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 these animals wild thinking ignorance, thoughts starry

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Even uncle sam agrees.