This is a song about "Brass boxing tomboy"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Smoke more junk while the junkies laugh

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So much class, double d’s and ass

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

I hope you don't see nothing wrong and darling

On a block after a match of boxing

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Rap to me is like boxing to ali