This is a song about "Uncle phil s pills"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

The jiggas and the tips

And all you do is take pills

Even uncle sam agrees.

As much as i wanna leave

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Gotta take some more pills