This is a song about "Shots in your nackers"

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Shots fired, get your head down

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

What would tupac say, after he was riddled with shots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I feel i'll leave you niggas in a fuckin' spot when bustin' shots, golden chrome,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

You pull up in parking lots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Can't win with a passive attack

I bust shots, they bust back