This is a song about "Pick up trucks"

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

And you know i paint that picture

And you're waiting for someone to come and pick you up/

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

My lines pick me up more green than an addict’s nose,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

Pick em' up and knock em' down