This is a song about "Picking out an outfit"

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Bring down your tower i'm picking

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Sting like an xray eel making out with another one

Jason keaton, i can only imagine