This is a song about "Wicked clowns"

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

Self designated wicked critical closer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I'm over being pushed around by whack clowns.

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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