This is a song about "Pimp knuckles"

Call me stick the man of a million eyes i'ma pimp

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Been outta control little pimp stroll discuss this whole that thug role

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I'll beat you with my bare knuckles and not even struggle.

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

Once i get a job imma pimp my bong

And i'mma show you how the south was won