This is a song about "Pins"

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Pins her down, now she's barely breathin'

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

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

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level