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

I suppose, when i'm finished,ill hook ya up with a date but i'm picking the thickest

Talented like a clairvoyant magician with a mic its in your best interest

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I would know cuz im stuck on the stair

Season opener, finna be there

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Recovering from the lost pieces

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

But i sweep up the pieces off the floor

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Cuz im like the exorcist stuck in a back bend,