This is a song about "Mud on the tires"

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Tires screech on that road ground

Then get out your seat and jump around

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers