This is a song about "Pick up the pieces"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

I slice you up into pieces

Wood chain with a jesus

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

I leave the janitor to pick up my every scrap

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

I just pick up the pen

I need to free them

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And anabolism who picks up the pieces and rebuilds the door

I'm gonna pick the world up

I know you're mad, but so what