This is a song about "Wreckin"

Spreadin' intentions of wreckin' anybody without the best plan

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Like thespear. the lines you make are so unfortunate. i wreckin ya win, lose,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Until i'm wreckin' with presents, like shovin' muffins down your mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,