This is a song about "Destroy fake girls"

And to your ass ima destroy

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

To destroy something so great

Of course they all hate

If i should die before i wake

You can think i'm a fake,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

We should appreciate the girls

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy