This is a song about "Pick up the body"

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

I'm gonna pick the world up and i'm gonna drop it on your fucking head

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,

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

So i gotta take itya never know when it's all gonna happentha rappen or tha drugs

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that