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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

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

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

See, i like the person that you are

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

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

Going broke, no sir

She blow me like a tire

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her