This is a song about "Big tires"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

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

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

But it seems like a scene outta flick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Tires screech on that road ground

And my dick is just that big!

Can't wait to see you naked