This is a song about "Uncle raymond morgan"

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

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

I wish i’ll never see you again

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave