This is a song about "Uncle died"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Not only had the fiend died

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

I'm modest, and humble

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Our history that they stole, africa

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

He died on my 16 birthday,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Sure he died in 96 n

So we can live again

If i died would u miss me?

That's why i'm makin' money

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete