This is a song about "Tim howard"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

But im a well of inspiration

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Dont ask me howard ill smack dwight of ya lips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But luckily tim changed my year

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique