This is a song about "Tire"

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

To tie the wire to his tire

Good love then i can do that for her

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out