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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

Shoot your tires out and watch your car roll over.

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the 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,

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

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

He just throws it around

Tires screech on that road ground

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years