This is a song about "Uncle devin"

And my name is devin i got a big d (hehe) i can take you to france (wewe) did you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

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

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

For the first time ever, i'm gunna be a uncle

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Beautiful are thou, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

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