This is a song about "Tire marks"

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

She blow me like a tire

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

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

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

You stink like a lit tire

I ain't talkative neither