This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

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

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

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

I just play my part make moves like chess

Dont make me waiting with that stress

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Tires screech on that road ground

He just throws it around

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Put to rest feeling of life ain't got no stress at best it's safe sex

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

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