This is a song about "Yo uncle"

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Even uncle sam agrees.

Five shots she ready to leave

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

Id die for this track fuck it why not governments corrupt i need to take a couple shots

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

Our children must be taught, of africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya