This is a song about "Pick the world up"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Step out the shower pick up my towel, and shut the curtains, holdin in my urges,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

I thought it'd get better but

I'm gonna pick the world up

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that