This is a song about "Wrecking bitches"

Im tired of these bitches

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Don't matter, we need oil, look at the lives we're wrecking,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Get money then bitches

Cuz ignorance is bliss

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Essentially, he's set to be the latest in my wrecking spree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with

They are the coaches in this

Flexin on these bitches

Okay now i'm confessing, to not regretting and not objecting to this wrecking

Chasing him, his asthma's flaringsmoking like a chimney, on remy, of course he not caring