This is a song about "Rings brass knuckles erin bilgri"

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Carol city or was it the west

Theyre called chains and rings

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

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

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

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since