This is a song about "Wreckin"

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

Checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Spreadin' intentions of wreckin' anybody without the best plan