This is a song about "Tire blew"

You know...you know who you are

To tie the wire to his tire

Grab your head an trow it under the tire of a damn bus

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

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

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And you blew it up honey

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three