This is a song about "Uncle bob"

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Just to go to liv on a sunday

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

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

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

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Still the man with the pan