This is a song about "Flat tire"

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..

We about to set this bitch on fire

She blow me like a tire

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Murdered you on the flat screen

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Hey, must be the money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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