This is a song about "Fist"

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Feel it like a fuckin fist hit you

With my fist up im towering

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Never the one to pass a fist

I am just an artist

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Iron fist like gauntlets to your jaw for heroics

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest