This is a song about "Rings brass knuckles"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Flow full of shine & bling like diamond rings

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

So their enemy's buckle at the might of my brass knuckle

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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

Theyre called chains and rings

The deepest of your feelings

And my rings 14 carat

I'm stuck with that

From golden rings to them 17 inch rims

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

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

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