This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

'no mas' but squads will come and shoot your pet

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

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

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

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Tires screech on that road ground

They just go around

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers