This is a song about "Pine needles"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

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

We don't ever make love

Addicted like boys on needles,

Here i go again, searching for love

I see you over there, drownin in needles

I ain't fiending for my track's props like pins and needles, knitting evil.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I despise the highs/don't use needles

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here

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