This is a song about "Wicked flow"

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

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

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,

Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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