This is a song about "A wheel of cheese"

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

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Up until i get cheese effortless like a dentist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

And now its time for a cheese-burger...cos they are extremely yummy!!

That'll do anything that i please

Bust out the green and pocket full of cheese

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Im tired of being the third wheel

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin