This is a song about "Where are you"

A dark place without light where there are no laws/

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Don't know where you be stepping,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Where you come up also where you drop down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Because there ain't no coming back from that

The station where all the rap generals are at

Where the floor boards are so cold,

I mean of course just the same old

That the skies are where you'll find me, you'd be elated

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it