This is a song about "Tire slayer"

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

//me and great the king slayer

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Hosted by great the king slayer, and it's kickin',

Huh, i can't interpret her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/