This is a song about "Wreckin"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Spreadin' intentions of wreckin' anybody without the best plan

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

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

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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