This is a song about "Big tires"

Tires screech on that road ground

To come and change my life around

And my name too big, and my gang too big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

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

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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