This is a song about "Tim howard"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Educate yourselves, of africa

Man i've reached heights dwight howard couldn't reach nigga

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

But luckily tim changed my year

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

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

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

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up