This is a song about "Knuckle down clothing"

But no reason to stay down

They just go around

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

A bunch of knuckle fucks who snuck a buck but it doesn't matter

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

A verbal knuckle sandwhich, how bout a double decker

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I got fake people, chomping down.

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Need the mighty duck's luck, or a knuckle puck

It's just my soda mixed with brown

// [but i won't back down]

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Indubitably i'm too street