This is a song about "Tim on his birthday"

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Now you buying birthday presents

I used to sell them things in triangles

To protect him on his travels

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And ur never on his level

I'm mental, it's instrumental

He died on my 16 birthday,

I was raised this way

But luckily tim changed my year

A couple of sprites but no beer

As they suck on his nozzle

As i light one for ill will

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,