This is a song about "Shoot your tires"

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Cause maybe the devil son, shoot you with my semi-gun, your done.

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Ill shoot your ass down like it is in a grave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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