This is a song about "My uncle harry"

How beautiful are thou, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

True player, cory mo cold as hell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil