This is a song about "Fountain tire"

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

To tie the wire to his tire

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Mask on.....im....bout to jack yall like a tire change..best around,

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Lift em' till they tire dont fear about life but always stand and bear the pain

You stink like a lit tire

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines