This is a song about "Tires"

Reason i stuck with the sound

Tires screech on that road ground

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

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

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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