This is a song about "Wreak it"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

What is it? it is nothing,

I'm dreaming to be great

U wreak of absurd hate

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Check it in, do it anyhow

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

One night love: i'mma need that

The real muscle in the message of that

With my thumb, pack it, light it, pass it

With speech impediments and i bet he'll still wreak intelligence

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit