This is a song about "Tire slayer"

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Verse 1 (great da king slayer)

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Diamond bling layers, i'm rhyming with a #king #slayer,

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

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

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

She blow me like a tire

All my shit designer

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck