This is a song about "Tire marks"

Said when i do dirt wit her

You stink like a lit tire

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her