This is a song about "Reinventing the wheel"

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

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

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

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

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Im tired of being the third wheel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Nothing new but i reinvented the wheel

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel, i'm asleep in the front seat