This is a song about "Wicked rapping"

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Why not me the same thing

Don't speak when i'm rapping

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Cus if your love was all i had