This is a song about "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

And mama's drinkin' bottles, puttin' needles up inside her veins,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

When they hear me rocking the groove

Fuck with me i got needles and harpoons

We vegetables, on them record labels

Because i torture and stick myself, with needles

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Then some lady named billie holiday

We are all just needles in the hay.