This is a song about "Dropping wicked beats"

Can barely walk the city streets

/ the only thing i murder beats,

We robbing the hot topic and dropping

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Because of my wicked flow

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

My life is incredibly twisted it's wicked now,

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

As if my lesser heart beats