This is a song about "Cheese wheel"

This a roaster, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Be yourself, just show me you're real

I just wish for big tit chicks and getting cheese

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

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

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel