This is a song about "Fists"

Then get out your seat and jump around

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

A feminine bitch, life swung fists and hit you,

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

I just walk away and put both fists in position

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin