This is a song about "Tire"

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

You stink like a lit tire

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

The ice ain't really nothing to her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

To tie the wire to his tire

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true