This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'll fuck you up and i'll shoot your dick off,

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands