This is a song about "Tim hortons drive thru depression"

They like talking, its like gossip

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

Had no ambitions and no drive.

They getting nice, they got some ice

Want to let you know i love you

You just gotta keep pushin thru

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

What up girl, tell me how you been

I'mma conspiracy theory rollin thru makin history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Sometimes i get really bad depression,

My talent should take me places i've never been

When drunk i only drink beer

But luckily tim changed my year