This is a song about "Tim can t grill"

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

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I can always go home and look down my street

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Haters beware, i can see clear

But luckily tim changed my year

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.