This is a song about "Tim can t grill"

Sneak up on attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

So tell me why are we at war

You don;t thin anymore

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Honey is always the one i'mma call late