This is a song about "Tire iron"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feeling braver

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

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

That'll get wiped by sg's iron curtain.

Two reflections into one

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Iron sheik you niggas, make you humble break your back

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

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

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You stink like a lit tire

Going broke, no sir