This is a song about "Hot wheels"

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

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

At bunker hill hot summer,

Udc where he met my mother

In the limelight being red hot

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Well man i do the yacht

Cause i'm always served hot

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Okay man you do the drop

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot