This is a song about "Bald tires"

He's a nightrider, flame of hellfire on both of his tires

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir