This is a song about "Clothes pins"

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes

Please put that in your notes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes