This is a song about "Pine needles"

Was it pine or could it be pin?

Riding around without a fuck given

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Private plane, my seat recline

Addicted like boys on needles,

On the slow jam of love

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

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

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Like a thousand needles

Shout out my nigga miles