This is a song about "Fist"

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything

I risk my iris when i hold up my fist,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Young, handsome and focused

Feel my vibe raise the fist

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

My fist is a truck i make shit go amuck