This is a song about "Sam wilmot"

Is written in our souls, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

They talk say cool jew na the man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Even uncle sam agrees.

But in the meantime it's lights please

Weed i can't pronounce man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Like hoes down in magic city

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

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