This is a song about "Uncle toms cabin"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Hackin bitches with a cleaver like i got cabin fever

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

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

Never driving through the boulevard, full of future stolen cars

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer