This is a song about "Dropping wicked beats"

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I said believe in your dreams

/ the only thing i murder beats,

Self designated wicked critical closer

That was just the beginning it's not over

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

We robbing the hot topic and dropping

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And yo i'm not kidding, my songs can be seriously wicked,

As if my lesser heart beats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks