This is a song about "Changing tire"

Sorry fam i don't see school changing what i am

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

The rap game's changing, rearranging you know.

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

And its changing your morality

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side