This is a song about "Tires"

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Tires screech on that road ground

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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