This is a song about "Fist"

Feel it like a fuckin fist hit you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

My fist cracked on impact yo,

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Your blushing, cuz my fist gave you rounds of kiss tough,

And i ain't never plan to be famous