This is a song about "Pine needles"

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

So i gotta break some records, so ill know how needles feels

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

My music be like the drugs and there buds be like the needles

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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