This is a song about "Picking"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

While you tryin to make a living, picking wrappers.

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Just to match the grind with precision

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

Then my brother started picking on me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

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