This is a song about "Uncle sam"

What them tippers don't see

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Playboy, i don't own that man

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Dont you ever think once that ya better than uncle pete

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

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