This is a song about "Tire blew"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

I know i'm blew for whats nearby

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Gallery reality fallacy atrophy blew canoeist bruising buss

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Look how they blew up the towers, those fuckin' cowards.