This is a song about "Pin up"

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Then they slee-pin below not six but seven

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I just gets it in first lady queen pin

What up girl, tell me how you been

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

That id hit every single word in pin point precision,

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen