This is a song about "Tire slayer"

To tie the wire to his tire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

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

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Are you really a player? you claim 'slayer rides rhino

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

//me and great the king slayer