This is a song about "Tim howard"

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

It's not making sense to you right now but

But luckily tim changed my year

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

That whiskey sour, taste like rick howard/