This is a song about "Car slip"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

From shift to shift, i slip right in, don't you dare resist

I guzzle up at the bar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Disagree with this, my sleeves'll slip down

If there’s a shining star

Jokes on you i don't have a car

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Slick sinning, slice when you slip an force it in

This is hip hop for today

Of my life slip away

Went from the 'back down' to the 'front, flip'//runts slip

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

That gal want me ride har

Down the street to the car,