This is a song about "4 wheel drives"

But this real, fuck how you feel

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real