This is a song about "Steering wheel"

Im tired of being the third wheel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

The boa know they loving the crew

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

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

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

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

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here