This is a song about "Vicious"

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I spit vicious rhymes, you make fictitious lines

I was vicious the minute

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

In a slump, a vicious wreck, lock and hold the nation,

I compliment you with your conversation

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Youve witnessed how i gave them the business so vicious

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And you don't have the clearance to visit where spitters spit vicious

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm vicious, mad malicious 'cause it's real on this road to riches