This is a song about "Pick something"

No specific pick , no particular list.

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm gonna pick the world up

Money i make em buck

Without your love it's cold as fuck

You pick all off them up

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick