This is a song about "Canadian tire store"

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

You stink like a lit tire

And that i spent the night with her

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

A store that dosen't get a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga