This is a song about "Wheel"

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy 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'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Im tired of being the third wheel

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

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

Devil saying spin the wheel as failure is seeping in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

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'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here