This is a song about "My tims"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And now that i’m getting money

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Buy some new tims, i lace em to the top

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells