This is a song about "Clothes pins"

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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