This is a song about "Big tires"

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

These wussies pretending to stand big

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

And my name too big, and my gang too big

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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