This is a song about "Hot wheels"

By a brotha who was hopeless

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

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

O. trice always rep his block

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Lobsters and shrimp im good

The wheels are never rented,

In the limelight being red hot

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot