This is a song about "4 wheel drives"

I only roll with the real

Im tired of being the third wheel

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

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

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Nothing new but i reinvented the wheel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Took me mighty long to get here

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

4 79, boy better pay me

You're trapped inside your upbringing, drives you to suicide,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right