This is a song about "Tire"

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Lift em' till they tire dont fear about life but always stand and bear the pain

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

And the food could have been finer

You stink like a lit tire

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

To tie the wire to his tire

I ain't talkative neither

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

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

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

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