This is a song about "Tire shot out"

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Cuz if i let em out then ima be the one that them people shot

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

Trying to get his life together, or what not