This is a song about "Tires"

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

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

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don