This is a song about "Cheese wheel"

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

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

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

You guys are still here

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real