This is a song about "Alex thomas quinton and timmy"

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And a fridge and some broccoli

And then when timmy grew up and tried to earn an honest pocket

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

So give it baby

Living young and wild and free

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

And i put you on the team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,