This is a song about "My tims"

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Of impactful things one can ask for

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

My own unknown is my enemy,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree