This is a song about "Jensens rachet"

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

It didn't help a bit, grab a razor let it rip

Flub it when whores wound down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

I got to make sure that i can play here

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Im tired of being the third wheel

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real