This is a song about "My tims"

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

Grab my knife and my gun

They had a hell of a run

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

This is my original, my validation

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,