This is a song about "Tire shot out"

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Like you took my wife out of that body shot it at michael with a gun.

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

Smiling with blood dripping out my mouth in my mug shot

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

You stink like a lit tire