This is a song about "Pics"

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

So here i am at the store for some chips

U fags all the same like outfits in pics of the family poses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

U fags all the same like outfits in pics of the family poses

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Some are summaries of vivid pics, something like instagram

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Your stupid ass outside talkin’ ‘bout “get me in!”should’ve known i was a fool, when i moved

One pic, two pics, for niggas satisfactory, btich don't you know u getting used

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green