This is a song about "Reinventing the wheel"

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Im tired of being the third wheel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

If you're not really here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel