This is a song about "Pin numbers"

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Trip, and then you never snitch

Poke you with a pin and watch you twitch,

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Break my shin wit a breaking pin,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Pose, click, pose, click

A pin-prick, it makes me sick

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Poke you with a pin and watch you twitch,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers