This is a song about "Pin head"

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Brain compulsions, fucking with my head

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Batting my head with a rolling pin

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

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

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

Teach you how to rope a chick

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

That id hit every single word in pin point precision,

How you feel in your head

You already know you're dead

Was it pine or could it be pin?

Ambition, pardon my ambition