This is a song about "Worn fist"

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

I risk my iris when i hold up my fist,

Feelin' more doubt now? kill your worn out sound.

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

I was born to do the damn thing

With my fist up im towering

To your heart and no one warn that this place is so warm now you worn

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

But i heard my mother's voice so i hoisted my fist.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..