This is a song about "Big tires"

Or at least inquire similar desires

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

All you wanna do is get that stick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

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

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

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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