This is a song about "Wicked"

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Not me im gifted, sick and twisted im wicked, and different

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Just to kick it while he listen to me rage spittin wicked

As i walk down this wicked road. as i do it both.

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

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