This is a song about "Tire if peopke talkin shit"

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 talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar

The only time i flirt with her

You stink like a lit tire

She call me daddy like a nigga puff

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from/

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Run for cover and return fire

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit