This is a song about "Uncle phil"

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'm modest, and humble

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