This is a song about "Afro picks"

Plus no one picks on me anymore

Baby, let me give you a call

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

I was always one of the the first picks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

We can make a fix, we can do some good 'ole tricks, we can set the best picks

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

And anabolism who picks up the pieces and rebuilds the door

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

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