This is a song about "Wreak it"

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

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

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

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I had to fight back and shit

Whatever started it

Cause i'm in it to win it

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Check it in, do it anyhow

Shit, even consider stalking now

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings