This is a song about "Big tires"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

My garage full of cars that bounce

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

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

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

Tires screech on that road ground

Everytime you come around

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.