This is a song about "Shame u got picked"

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Yo u picked the wrong fight, time to pay heres the bill

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

You easy stealing picked pocket,

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Dont compare urself with em... u aint got that mod!

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Cancerous/ got u thinking about kemo/ got u lost like nemo/ on edge like primo/

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Oh u got skill? well u must have misplaced it

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Its all got unknown gases and u wont have a handicap