This is a song about "Wheel"

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

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

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

Who do i beat next, spin the fucking jeopardy wheel.

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

We ain't looking for loving here, only cus it's summer here

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel, i'm asleep in the front seat