This is a song about "Pick up thephone"

I pick you up, off the ground, throw it down

Everytime you come around

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

But i'm still here, and i'll try pick up every part,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I pick myself back up again

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I pick up the bowl and walk over to the drawer

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I mean, i called you but you didn't pick up,

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.