This is a song about "Wicked"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Because of my wicked flow

My wicked rhymes, i told you to stop three times.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive