This is a song about "Afro picks"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

I spazz, yo; flowing, i'm going, showing my afro

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

I was always one of the the first picks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I bring the meat, you bring the cabbage, i bring the heat, you bring the draft picks,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

And anabolism who picks up the pieces and rebuilds the door

Plus no one picks on me anymore

I also have a cutie to call

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding