This is a song about "Rings brass knuckles"

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Had i not been exposed to these things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes