This is a song about "Pick me up"

She was the queen of the club

You pick all off them up

I just pick up the pen

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

But a gotta pick up, step up to the plate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

You told me god was the answer

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

She told me that i'm the reason she didn't pick up and use a knife,

But your one lucky girl your mans here to pick you up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck