This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

That's just the beginning of war

Broke his arm then smashed his face on the floor

Lady at the frank stand will

And ur never on his level

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I can always go home and look down my street

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Pussy bitch he wouldn't do nothing while his on his own

It ain't my birthday today

For a perfect mother’s day

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Right through his face, pastes his brains all on the packs