This is a song about "Wheel chair jimmy"

Cuz when we fail we pull up a chair,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

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

But im not religious, im just fucking stuck in a viscous wheel,

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I'm sitting in this fucking chair

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

Road to success headed to the chair

They tryin to say that i don't care

The trigger or the chair

From out of nowhere

Metal chair is imperative

How can i convey this