This is a song about "Face down ass up"

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Tears runnin' down her face and her make up

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Just know that i'm always

Talkin shit all up in ur face

I stuck my dick in her ass then spat in her face

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Stick a grape up there tape your ass down so there's no escape,

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

What goes up must come down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I remember the makeup running down your face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

He set up a challenge and backed down cause he's scared to face me