This is a song about "Fists"

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You've gotten fingered and fucked so much, i can fit both my fists,

Go! you free to go about your business

Yo i take blunts to the face, like rihanna take fists

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"