This is a song about "Pick up line"

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Are you perfect motherfucker

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Must pick it up, but im afraid someone will creep up...

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Grab a few kids put they asses up in line

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

It's fucking dangerous the way i pick the razors up