This is a song about "Fountain tire"

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I'll slash your tire just cause i enjoy the hiss sound

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

You stink like a lit tire

That damier bag i bought her