This is a song about "Rings brass knuckles"

Cracked as an ass shot with brass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

And my rings 14 carat

I regret some shit i did

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings