This is a song about "Wheels"

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Jack your wheels at the red light

I got plans tonight

Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I'm burnin rubber, heat up this track, so call me hot wheels

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

The wheels are never rented,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack