This is a song about "Tires of stress"

We getting money, you can face the facts

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Get away from the stress of life

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Dont make me waiting with that stress

Baby i’mma mess, mess

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

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

I just play my part make moves like chess

Kids giving their parents bad stress

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

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