This is a song about "Bobby pins"

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

The art is razors, needles, and pins, syringes and comets,

Bobby knight be coachin us

And now it's clear as this promise

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby/

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence