This is a song about "Picking up from joe"

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

Timmy got his bike stole

They love me cause they love an average joe

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Drag them up from the maelstrom

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Licking picking and ticking the package,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

This is the root of all evil

Picking heads for oral

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

My father came up from nothing won't take the shit from granted

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Picking up all the girls on the street,