This is a song about "Tim is a teat"

Suck my teat, nasty feet,

More money that mean less sleep

And this is just a start

See, and now life seem hard

Malcolm sex is still a

Play the game nigga

Say what you wanna but

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

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.

Cause they fear me in physical form

Every day a star is born

Fernando blunt is a bad rapper

Then the stars don't even matter

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape