This is a song about "I wheel ford explorers"

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

He tried to rape me, but i slapped him with a prayer wheel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

That's the way i conceal, crash the game like i've lost the wheel,

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

A truck, this is a spin wheel you