This is a song about "Tire iron"

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

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

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

You stink like a lit tire

Too tall for comfort, the iron giant is on his feet.

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

The pavement tastes like iron and there's stains on my knees