This is a song about "Tire salesman"

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

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

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Grab your head an trow it under the tire of a damn bus