This is a song about "Sam wilmot"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

Even uncle sam agrees.

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

I'd done stacked many

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

I gotta question for you man

I'm more furious then serious sam

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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