This is a song about "Tire marks"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

To tie the wire to his tire

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Mask on.....im....bout to jack yall like a tire change..best around,

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