This is a song about "Wheel chair jimmy"

Be yourself, just show me you're real

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

Took me mighty long to get here

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

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

Metal chair is imperative

And maybe cupid won't miss

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

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

I don't know, obviously i disappear