This is a song about "Flat tire"

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And i put you on the team

Murdered you on the flat screen

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Murdered you on the flat screen