This is a song about "Brass"

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

Baby got that super bass

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

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

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Me and my peeps often meet

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

So their enemy's buckle at the might of my brass knuckle

Believe me don't think it's lie, want to revive my past, crazy brass,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have