This is a song about "Picking up cigarettes"

They gotta point em out baby

Then my brother started picking on me

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Hoping that he's listening

Bring down your tower i'm picking

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

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Sweet, okay makes sense

Had to kick cigarettes