This is a song about "Down sydrome"

// [but i won't back down]

No reason to be around

Timing them wrist watch down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Everytime you come around

Making sure you breaks down

We ball, that breakdown

I am gonna break down

I better get my gown

While he was tyin' em down

What goes up must come down

I don't want no fucking crown

Shots fired, get your head down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Why, why is he tripping down?

They just go around