This is a song about "Being a third wheel"

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Straight bad bitches i run, through

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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

Or was i just a desolate being

And she would do anything for everything

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

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

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

I'mma fuck up this game and then i'll just spin it like a wheel,

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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