This is a song about "Wrecking kids"

You know that love is a very serious thing

My words are weapons im disectin the nerds im wrecking

Stories we were told as kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Lyrical oven burning,wrecking rappers like it's nothing.

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

I wanna feed my babys kids