This is a song about "Wicked rapping"

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

Bizzle i respect you and your stance but it's wicked,

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I'm spitting kinds of wicked rhymes, know i've got the sickest lines,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I am capable of rapping,

Because of my wicked flow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping