This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

And i'm a just take another guess

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

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

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

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Yet another stress point but they won't get control of me,

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

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

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

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