This is a song about "Wicked flow"

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

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

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Self designated wicked critical closer

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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