This is a song about "Pin head"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Because all my sins are beginning to stab me like a pin

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Ain't finna peak yet

How you feel in your head

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

And the reason that i'm going

Ambition is still very big

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

They gon love me for my ambition