This is a song about "Uncle"

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

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

Playboy, i don't own that man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Told that i'm an abomination crying uncle ruckus no relation

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Uncle never even liked you, you are a foe

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow