This is a song about "Fists"

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

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

Mind your motherfucking business

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

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

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

I just walk away and put both fists in position

We pray while we prey on competition