This is a song about "Fist fight"

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

I risk my iris when i hold up my fist,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Fight that guerrilla, fight that #vizion stigma

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

With my fist up im towering

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

But i can make 'em afraid of every sight of my fist

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused