This is a song about "Brass"

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

And now that i’m getting money

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

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet