This is a song about "Big tires"

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'mma make it rain trick

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

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

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