This is a song about "Jessica picking me up"

Waiting for me to fuck up

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

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

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

I can pass out many scantrons, fail many students

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

So i ain't giving a fuck

Be like me get buffed up

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

Theres probably subtext, are you picking it up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

You can't keep up with me

Than the muse of a family