This is a song about "My uncle devin"

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Now if i can walk through sweltering hot parking lots 'round swarming shots

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

The world is so typical

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