This is a song about "Canadian tire"

Going broke, no sir

She blow me like a tire

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your