This is a song about "Kicked out"

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Kicked to the curb while everyone chuckles.

Kicked out 'cuz the rent is nine-hundred dollars a month,

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

If youre a visitor get your ass kicked

My name is timb aka thomas crown

// [you kicked me when i was down]

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

You're talking to one of the greatest

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

We kicked it then i score, soccer game

If you feel it, it must be real just

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,