This is a song about "Uncle raymond morgan"

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Uncle never even liked you, you are a foe

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

No one notice your struggle

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

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Told that i'm an abomination crying uncle ruckus no relation

I told him get his 9 and run

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

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

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