This is a song about "Mud on the tires"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Red liquid hits the sand making a very unique mud,

Around a bonfire,buried the gun in the mud like i was taught too

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

I just might throw a big amount

Tires screech on that road ground

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

He's a nightrider, flame of hellfire on both of his tires

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for