This is a song about "I don t get tire"

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

You stink like a lit tire

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

You don;t thin anymore

They fiend in the door