This is a song about "I m wicked genius"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

And she throws up whatever she eats

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I was a teen genius when i started high school

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...