This is a song about "Tires"

Tires screech on that road ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You can hear those car tires on the road unless you tell me what's up

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years