This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Tires screech on that road ground

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse