This is a song about "Picking girls up"

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Shouting out your addictions like the blunt got you picking up the micstand, goddamn..

It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

I suppose, when i'm finished,ill hook ya up with a date but i'm picking the thickest

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though