This is a song about "Tire"

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

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

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

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

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

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

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