This is a song about "Brass knuckles"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

See, most sites will give me three and a half

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

So much class, double d’s and ass

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

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

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul