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

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

And all women who had light features, see

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Welcome to organized crime

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/