This is a song about "Fly wheels garage"

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Who know this be the life that i really live

Go run to your garage and grab you wife.

I be ballin, they wonder why

So let the bullets fly......

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

I need a 17 car garage

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

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

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Just face it i'm a wheels man,