This is a song about "Nuckle duster"

Who knows what’ll come out the hole.

Purify that woman soul

The third one is mixed, white and black

Ill get my mate duds to see that

Huh, i can't interpret her

Coat, coat it with sugar,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Man im so high if i land ill make the pavement dust,

Ashes to dust enough's never enough,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Ben's left in the dust wallowin in defeat

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Trophy's that stack up by my window pane, they're stained. gather dust,

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and