This is a song about "Afro picks"

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And anabolism who picks up the pieces and rebuilds the door

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

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

I ain't happy with the score

Plus no one picks on me anymore

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids