This is a song about "Uncle sam"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

As i light one for ill will

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed