This is a song about "4 wheel drives"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Sometimes my life drives me insane and to cock and shoot,

What we gotta do to survive

To give them their keys to their drives

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

She told me erything is real

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

It drives you, makes you way insane, 'till life just wastes away,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,