This is a song about "Clothes pins"

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Please put that in your notes

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Ho, ho, goes, père noël in his little mufuckin fat ass clothes clothes, so so

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero