This is a song about "Tires"

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

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

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

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

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

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

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers