This is a song about "Needles"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

We are all just needles in the hay.

I make forty-some dollars a day

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Your so messed up cause you use the dirty needles!

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I see you over there, drownin in needles

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I ain't fiending for my track's props like pins and needles, knitting evil.