This is a song about "Hell on wheels"

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail

Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,

The street slang i be speakin in code

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

I still march on, stand strong, rage and i give ‘em hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

The wheels are never rented,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb