This is a song about "Wheel chair jimmy"

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

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

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

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

Im tired of being the third wheel

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

And if you know planet apps is a place for you little jimmy

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Get me up off this chair

But now it's more declare