This is a song about "Seniors who pick on sophomores"

All the things to be closer when it just ends up to ten and some men who can't even pick up a pen

Embracin my dick whenever i use em, erasin my stress whenever i lose em.

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me

They pick on him and step on him

But im a well of inspiration

I'm gonna pick the world up and i'm gonna drop it on your fucking head

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Prick, that's why you choose an pick on low levels like a dick in a pussy that's too loose

I get back up and strange voices pick on me

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