This is a song about "Tim can t grill"

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Only concern was the home that was close to him

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

We put a wreath on niggas' career

But luckily tim changed my year

The one who can´t even show a real smile

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile