This is a song about "Pick the world up"

I just pick up the pen

And do i need to mention when

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Drop the bomb blow up the world

We left em a world that's cursed

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Rewind it, pick it up n make it a thing of the past.

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Then i pick you up and bounce you til your head hits the wall