This is a song about "Wicked"

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

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Because of my wicked flow

Bizzle i respect you and your stance but it's wicked,

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

I need a backyard full court size