This is a song about "In a wicked"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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