This is a song about "Tires"

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

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

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Tires screech on that road ground

Cause everytime you come around

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

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

Or at least inquire similar desires

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

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.