This is a song about "Ferrias wheel"

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

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

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here