This is a song about "I ll wreck you"

Fukk it i ll just take yo name

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Talk shit you ll get an axe to your cheek walk quick

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

My god come before this bread

I swear life's been a train wreck