This is a song about "Flat tire"

Baby, you know who you are

To tie the wire to his tire

The pioneer of the coke rap

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Murdered you on the flat screen

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for