This is a song about "Big wheels"

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

I'm a magician so please focus

I'mma let you hang chick

So damn crisp and so damn big

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

By the water, au revoir to my audience

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,