This is a song about "Wrecking kids"

A visceral individual wrecking rhyming syllables

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I wanna feed my babys kids

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

They bringing me fish and chips

I try and respect kids

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Why are the little kids having little kids