This is a song about "Being a third wheel"

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

He tried to rape me, but i slapped him with a prayer wheel

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Got a bunch of haters, plus i got more to count

Head spinnin' like a ferris wheel, round and round,

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

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

I believed in a higher being.

And this will be the song that we sing