This is a song about "Tires"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Tires screech on that road ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton