This is a song about "Wicked"

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

While you starin' over your shoulder

Self designated wicked critical closer

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

That's my wicked humor, i'm more wicked than your wickedly vivid wishes,

I have a wicked mind that all you rappers lack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic