This is a song about "Bobby getting mid picked"

Picked up my pen and wrote a page,

Said her hearts, in a cage

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

But you know what

So i picked the pen up

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

But looka the future’s super football star, he’ll hopefully be picked,