This is a song about "Tim horton s"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

S on my chest like a superman vest

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

That gal want me ride har

Bad, just like an 80's car

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse