(‘Demands’ is more like: Sam's as huffy as hell.
He insists I acquire mega-augmented credit,
then tells me he knows those from whom I must get it.)
What’s in my wallet? I’ll clue you in, Jackson.
I’ll spit it out straight -- I’m no brother who backs in.
'Tain't minimum wages. 'Tain't lottery haul.
So: what’s in my
wallet? 'Tain't nothin' at all.
