This is a song about "My uncle devin"

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Uncle never even liked you, you are a foe

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Dollar sign belt buckle, im your uncle who will never stumble

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Uncle tom's hittin the rock that i'm weighing on scales