This is a song about "Tire"

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lift em' till they tire dont fear about life but always stand and bear the pain

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

You stink like a lit tire

That damier bag i bought her