This is a song about "Steering wheel"

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Head spinnin' like a ferris wheel, round and round,

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

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

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

Spin the wheel and i'll make you squeal as your feeling's peel

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

When you're sittin' on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here

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

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Im tired of being the third wheel

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel