This is a song about "Tires"

Hit a rhyme dip off n' just dash. slash tires bash liars,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,