This is a song about "Picking"

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Picking up gear from dick's.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

- picking by pages, about to show my flow/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Dont you feel like picking me up and killing those parents!"

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing