This is a song about "Im stuck picking up the pieces"

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

Shouting out your addictions like the blunt got you picking up the micstand, goddamn..

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

When i'm cutting up the pieces of the skin like a barber,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Just call yourself stuck when i pull up in the truck

I slice you up into pieces

Yeah, maybach poetic genius