This is a song about "The wicked world"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I spit this shit so wicked, still the system is no different bitch,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Tripling the wealth of the wicked and watch as

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Long as she come to me first

Not a care in the world

Welcome son to the new world

We left em a world that's cursed

Home of the free and land of the wicked

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

It's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,