This is a song about "The wicked world"

That you're the king of this world

We left em a world that's cursed

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

You talk big about the corrupt world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Not a care in the world

She wanted to fight at first

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Now you got me hopped up on that

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first