This is a song about "Samuel lewis"

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

Plan to get rich is going without a hitch,

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for