This is a song about "Timmeh"

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,