This is a song about "Wreckin"

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Checkin mate after wreckin ya girl hecklin please

My home was broken by wreckin' balls

They calling me often to offer me walls

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

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

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

Ridin’ in a cl, hope i never see jail

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

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

Spreadin' intentions of wreckin' anybody without the best plan

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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