This is a song about "The wicked world"

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I was meant to lead the world

Long as she come to me first

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

I'm different, i'll twist the wicked ceiling off this little building,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in

The vision is vivid visit the wicked with livid attentive detention

She wanted to fight at first

Heard all over the world