This is a song about "My great uncle"

You said my verses weren't that great well shut up and listen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

My lyricism's is art, teeth sharp like a great white shark

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

A great pain stinging like i severed my own artery

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Ill live my life great nothin bad was ever really destined,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I gotta question for you man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

While i'm sayin' b.o.b's your uncle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel