This is a song about "Tim is a twat"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Go where you ain't been

21. winning is a mission,

Thug for life nigga

Malcolm sex is still a

Riding around without a fuck given

There is such a fierce competition

I just play my part make moves like chess

His life is a complete mess

My lyrics is a virus

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Is a deadly combination

Got me rushed to the station

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face