This is a song about "Picking"

Just a scared little prick picking on guys half his size

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

Picking up all the girls on the street,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Picking words from the top of my cranium

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Mami... she open, she open

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I told them keep picking on me imma run this place