This is a song about "Uncle phil s pills"

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Without my pills i started to doubt

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Took away the pain poppin plenty pills

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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