This is a song about "Blinking church wicked poison"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

No time for blinking eye it was so fast........

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Because of my wicked flow

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Self designated wicked critical closer

The church is so fucking evil

Lady at the frank stand will