This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Tires screech on that road ground

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Ill shoot your ass down like it is in a grave

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

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