This is a song about "Liam wheeler"

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

And still a nigga made it here

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

Pursuin' my happiness, suitable rapper here

Every time i drive to work it gets caught in the steering wheel

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Im tired of being the third wheel

Or maybe even a drug dealer

And i hope you a believer

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb