This is a song about "Flat tires"

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton