This is a song about "Tire salesman"

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Lift em' till they tire dont fear about life but always stand and bear the pain

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

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

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting 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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

And the food could have been finer

To tie the wire to his tire