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

On who ya beefing with do you?

And word i blew off herb i grew

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

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

When i put my tongue on automatic im the first in the draft pick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Succession, depends on who you're asking