This is a song about "Tires"

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Myers, liars, try us, bar fires, slash ya car tires,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad