This is a song about "Rubber du"

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Only time don 'burns rubber' is when...

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Yea i have a career stretching and its like a rubber band

Couple years later they had my brother

You know i don't wear a rubber

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And i ain't even have the decency to nut in a rubber

The bitch feel. if i'm fast i'm burning the rubber

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it