This is a song about "Wheel"

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!

Your bra up over here

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

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

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

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

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

A truck, this is a spin wheel you