This is a song about "Must"

Then you must be duct taped

We both had dreams of being great

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

So you must be cynic,

Small, but you talkin' big

Carolina where i made it from

You must have some delerious brethren,

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

What goes up must come down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

I'm rolling down the window

Where must i go, who must i know

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth