This is a song about "Tires"

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

He's a nightrider, flame of hellfire on both of his tires

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

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

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve