This is a song about "The soap pick it up"

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

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

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

Pit route , fangs of the snake will get into my head, stan i like the rap of my foe em,

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Notice every time i pick up the microphone and spit

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

I pick you up, off the ground, throw it down

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.