This is a song about "Tires of stress"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

And i'm a just take another guess

A cannot deal with the stress

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Fondly carressing stress,

Even if i miss she gon' rebound

Tires screech on that road ground

I refuse to be another being on this earth

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

So ya better get lower than flo-rida inside of a lowrider with no tires in the hole