This is a song about "Wicked flow"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Because of my wicked flow

You got that indie glow

Just to kick it while he listen to me rage spittin wicked

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/