This is a song about "Wicked and insane"

Cold and deranged, so it just feels like i’m going insane,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And my sole purpose is to fuckin drive you insane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

Remain in vein you and insane to obtain

It's wicked how the news is bended and twisted,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I turned into something they never became

Call me the joker cause my beats and lyrics go insane

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked

And yo i'm not kidding, my songs can be seriously wicked,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit