This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

On his critical condition,

Well wishes to my opposition

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And ur never on his level

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And i be on the block all day

He died on my 16 birthday,

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

When you ain't got no education

His nuts so big, bitch he sitting on his balls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash