This is a song about "Summa lumma summa lumma"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Mask on.....im....bout to jack yall like a tire change..best around,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Stupid shit about her using her fucking penis pump

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell