This is a song about "My tims"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

In earth, as it is in heaven

Grab my knife and my gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my rhythm

Most of them niggas dumb

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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