This is a song about "Steering wheel"

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

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

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

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

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

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

I'mma fuck up this game and then i'll just spin it like a wheel,

Aight elite for real one take dawg and i'm up outta here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here