This is a song about "My uncle harry"

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Cause u know that this my jam

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

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

I'm modest, and humble