This is a song about "Car tyres"

Bad, just like an 80's car

I know i've came so far

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm an attacker packing a magnum in the back of the car

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

'bout to get my other car

That gal want me ride har

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

With out you following me in the car

The things they say went a little too far

I need a 17 car garage

Sb nike's, with the grey box

No i can't drive a car

I don’t care where ya are