This is a song about "Wheel chairs"

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

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

We blessed to be here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Nothing new but i reinvented the wheel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

I'm drunk so satan take the fucking wheel

A truck, this is a spin wheel you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew