This is a song about "Fists"

I just light up and focus

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

After he just got out, 15 years to count

So vivid i gotta hitlist i never miss fists bashing faces making a misfit

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

She gonna dance when that molly through

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb