This is a song about "Wicked government"

What does government have deal with that

The jager in my cup is licorice black

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

Catchin’ attention of these politicians and government activists,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

And then along came the wrong man for her

Self designated wicked critical closer

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

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,