Yo.

This one's about my uncle.

His name is Uncle Epst.

He doesn't do small gifts.

Only big moves.

Listen.

One day he called and said: "Pack your bags,"

I thought the park, the movies, maybe some little gigs.

He goes: "I bought an island, gonna build a recreation zone,

For you and all your friends, so you can chill alone."

I was shocked, thought he's joking, playing games,

But he sent the coordinates and called out my name.

There's palm trees, white sand, swings three stories high,

He says: "This is all for you, don't ask why."

Mom's in shock, dad's silent with his drink,

My uncle walks around proud, don't know what to think:

"Look, here's the beach, volleyball court too,

I promised you'd live different, and I came through."