This is a song about "Wicked skengman"

And getting money is the song i sing

And just like the wicked witch your fainting

So here i am at the store for some chips

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

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

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Self designated wicked critical closer

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her