This is a song about "Rings brass knuckles"

And it begins to phase him more each day

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Believe me don't think it's lie, want to revive my past, crazy brass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Catch bitches like i'm fishin with a fuckin brass pole

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Let me rideuntil i get free

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

We original officially the most original

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