This is a song about "Tires of stress"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Spending her time with him i guess

This is how i deal with stress

All these bitches giving me stress instead of giving me head

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

But thank god that i'm blessed, that's none of my stress

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I try to tell them i'm one of the stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

Dc has never seen such progress

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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