This is a song about "Nuckle duster"

Secret society all we ask is trust

I race to the line, blow past the dust

Yeah you know i got that work

With a hand struck from the dirt

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement