This is a song about "Tires"

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.