This is a song about "Pins"

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

My repents are stacked up like needle pins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

First off congratulations on the win

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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