This is a song about "Fists"

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

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

I'm in love with your business

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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