This is a song about "My tims"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Girl, i put in that work

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Buy some new tims, i lace em to the top

I gotta know if it's real or not