This is a song about "Knuckles the echidna"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

You're the snow, i'm the sun

And get on down with this thc vision

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

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

I bring the heat like the

Just a little nigga

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you