This is a song about "Flat tire"

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

And if you got money man the head is amazing

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

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

And i got that bait, they all bad

Basketball, you are flat

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

When that money calls i holla back

Not extending it i tell it flat.