This is a song about "Wrecked the fuck"

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

I'm hoping i'm ropin' the trojan

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

You act so gangster and hood but really you're too wrecked

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters