This is a song about "My names pimp knuckles"

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

My names not elliot either!

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

He'll be walking with limps / once i've confronted his pimp

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

My real names grim but you can call me reaper,

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I'll fight unil my bone collapse don't give a fuck if my knuckles do crack

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back