This is a song about "Tim west"

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Eastside, take em to the west

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Rails n nails in the air, slow mo, like snails & tim dale's speech impediment.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Im like nah im on that delonte west

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

That happen to act like a black president

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Don't give me any crap talk, there's a lot in excess, might just move west

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up