This is a song about "Being a third wheel"

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Im tired of being the third wheel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Eventually picked up my third eye and wrote a rhyme

But the same deposition take it every time

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

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

Third eye blind, does anybody give a fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry