This is a song about "Fist fighting"

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

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

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Fighting over the mythical truth

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

People love hodgy i hate you though

My fist cracked on impact yo,