This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

I'll shoot those lyrics out your palm, never been doubted wrong,

I'ma pack a mac when i crack your back. wear a jason mask and shoot a

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

You shoot 16,ima shoot 28 back have your ass layed flat man just read this and pray that