This is a song about "Tire"

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

All my shit designer

She blow me like a tire

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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