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

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

You stink like a lit tire

I said i'm hurting her

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/