This is a song about "Pick"

Pick your suspect, who's the shooter?

I am the streets, the future

Fight your wrongs, pick em out with tongs,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

You pick all off them up

So i ain't giving a fuck

Just feelin safe like lock pick,

I'mma make it rain trick

Going to have my pick of classes

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I pick myself back up again

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

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick