This is a song about "Tire shot out"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

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

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

She blow me like a tire

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

He's flapping by the mouth, he's looking to get shot or knocked out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

And i ain't frontin for her

To tie the wire to his tire