This is a song about "I m wicked genius"

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And i ain't even do shit, i guess cause i'ma genius,

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

I was a teen genius when i started high school

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that