This is a song about "Wheel on the bus"

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

I'll take you by the throat to throw you under bus

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Because you are retarded and you know i will win this dual.

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Its like the devil is on the wheel of fortune and he just spin n' grin

Im tired of being the third wheel

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Fuck is you doing here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

Blunt loaded up like the city bus

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Get on the bus and go home and play

Then some lady named billie holiday