This is a song about "Jessica picking me up"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Listen, these niggas is tripping

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Waiting for me to fuck up

Wanna see you work your body

You can't keep up with me

On how they set me up

Money i make em buck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

See me bossed up drink got me laced up

The cool say i'm thug

Be like me get buffed up