This is a song about "Fists"

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

When you spill out hits

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

For real my fists are made of steal

All my love to these queens in here

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

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,