This is a song about "Clean diss track about sam"

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

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Don't realize this is a diss

Proves that ignorance is bliss

She said she's never had a man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this