This is a song about "Nuckle duster"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Adjusting all the pinions steering clear of meth and dust

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Don't you know what knuckle sandwhich is, best that you get

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

This the newest wolf gang member

Please, you were my feather

Said he will wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

So their enemy's buckle at the might of my brass knuckle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And all women who had light features, see

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny