This is a song about "Tim and eric"

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

And don't ever (and don't ever)

The plight of a rapper or whatever

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

We put a wreath on niggas' career

But luckily tim changed my year