This is a song about "Hot wheels"

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And while i’m in your mother

At bunker hill hot summer,

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Pawning my chain in the shop

Cause i'm always served hot

Jack your wheels at the red light

No one notice your plight

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

I get my cake; i love hip hop

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

The critics are calling me conscious

The wheels are never rented,

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit