This is a song about "Tires"

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

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

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

My skill so raw you see threads on your tires

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

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