This is a song about "Pickup"

My flow stays sharp like the point of a needle,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Lifes a big garbage truck

Love will have you stuck

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

I am on with physics and pause my tone

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

And drew up a blue image of the day she died