This is a song about "Pick up line"

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

I pick myself back up again

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me

Chillin' with homies and family

Everyday we line up for that one train/

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign