This is a song about "Fists"

Shaking, making fists and staring at what was clearly an "a cup"

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I had to find some way to keep my fists on my hips without hitting

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

As long as we're cooperating with god

I'll greet through my fists, give your ribcage a knock

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Just more fists with a message that i didn't deserve,

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

And inequality, .... still we ball our fists,

I just walk away and put both fists in position

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

For real my fists are made of steal