This is a song about "Tires"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

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

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

I refuse to be another being on this earth