This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm an animal so don't contest / shoot lyrics at your chest vest

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

On my way home i punched a bitch for an umbrella

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

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

Want to shoot your rhymes because there an abuse

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block