This is a song about "Tire blew"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

For some reason our communication blew

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

That damier bag i bought her

To tie the wire to his tire

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I'll slash your tire just cause i enjoy the hiss sound