This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot