This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Success is best/unless the stress

Dc has never seen such progress

This is how i deal with stress

To come and change my life around

Tires screech on that road ground

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

But of course i was the main stress. might as well do less.

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Fondly carressing stress,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires