This is a song about "Changing tire"

Changing thoughts of people cynical

Ok just listen up a little

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

There's still time for changing

In my drawsring, ring, ring

She blow me like a tire

And i just want to hold her

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

You need your nappy changing, man

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

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man