This is a song about "Picking out an outfit"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Picking up gear from dick's.

And the v12, that's on various trips

Sending out an ancient message that my mission's only just begun

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

I'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say i'm not. wolf gang

Into an abyss, out into the world.

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst