This is a song about "Wheel"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

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

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

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

Im tired of being the third wheel

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Nothing new but i reinvented the wheel

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Took me mighty long to get here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

A born starter, in the game for real