This is a song about "Down syndrom"

Shots fired, get your head down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

The walls crumblin' down, tumblin' down

Cause everytime yall come around

He won't sit down, given the crown

But no reason to stay down

They can’t even come around

I'll be swinging going down

// [but i won't back down]

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Im laying the smack down

I drive that all around

The world is upside down