This is a song about "Timothy"

Your balls cry during bug life

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Wake up in a zombie apocalypse, aw, how sweet/

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

You were my lucky charm, you were my four leaf clover

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

That's the way, you can move it baby

All you might see is blood red

Finding more light to shed

And then i saw the red,

That's boa, see that's my set