This is a song about "Wicked"

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

She don't really care about anyone advice

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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,

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"