This is a song about "Pins"

So disappointed cause baby that shit was so phony

People sticking in pins, kicking his shins, like he's the goalie.

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

So if anyone thinks they should cut with razor blades or some pins

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

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

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

They say your name for attention