This is a song about "Wicked rapping"

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

I'm psychotic, wicked thoughts? don't worry, my minds got it.

Because of my wicked flow

But seemingly believe it though

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

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Self designated wicked critical closer

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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