This is a song about "Uncle phil"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Even uncle sam agrees.

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

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

Shout out them strippers who hustle

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Id die for this track fuck it why not governments corrupt i need to take a couple shots

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete