This is a song about "Tires of stress"

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Fondly carressing stress,

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

Tires screech on that road ground

I drive that all around

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Spending her time with him i guess

Success is best/unless the stress

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.