This is a song about "Tiny tim"

Meant to be just a tiny little spat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

And it wont just be a little tiny poke

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

But im a well of inspiration

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim

Tim fuckin duncan, posting up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

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