This is a song about "Pristine wreck"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Bravo to the charlies who delt-ya the wrong hand, yet you're out to wreck

Wreck raps on tracks call it homicidal,

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Just maybe this verbal tech, words'll affect this nervous wreck!

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

This is like love, that you can never get

Do i detect absurd respect for this nervous wreck

Rapping for three years and still pristine

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet