This is a song about "Knuckles the enchudia"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

With a little bit of passion

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Eyes poked out the the raven

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

And i love you all

From the bench to the ball