This is a song about "Dropping wicked beats"

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Dont fall asleep on our beats

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Cause after all the lights and screams

Dont fall asleep on our beats

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

/ the only thing i murder beats,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Bizzle i respect you and your stance but it's wicked,

In private, not public in the streets

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked