This is a song about "Wicked"

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Home of the free and land of the wicked

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it

As i walk down this wicked road. as i do it both.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad