This is a song about "Tim can t grill"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Baby you so fine

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

And non-nigga friends got it with him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Will get fricasseed on the grill then