This is a song about "Fists"

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

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

I lost my connection with a brethren

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Switch gears like stick shifts

And these fake cocksuckers fists/