This is a song about "Picking"

Picking up all the girls on the street,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Licking picking and ticking the package,

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Picking words from the top of my cranium

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them