This is a song about "Big tires"

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Tires screech on that road ground

Then get out your seat and jump around

Big tits and a big ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash