This is a song about "Chinese faggots anything and tim hortons"

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

But luckily tim changed my year

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

And i'll never make you do anything again

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class