This is a song about "Wicked"

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

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

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Home of the free and land of the wicked

My wicked ways are like a vicious vice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

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,