This is a song about "Picking up cigarettes"

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Bring down your tower i'm picking

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Picking up gear from dick's.

I only got four minutes

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

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers