This is a song about "Picking"

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place

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

Just a scared little prick picking on guys half his size

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

Theres probably subtext, are you picking it up

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Eaten leaves and picking my nose but now im fucking weeping/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Bring down your tower i'm picking

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking