This is a song about "Canadian tire"

Mask on.....im....bout to jack yall like a tire change..best around,

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

To tie the wire to his tire

You know...you know who you are

She blow me like a tire

When it comes to spitting that fire

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire