This is a song about "Fists of fury"

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My battle bars thats what fury is, shit will make you delirious

No reason to be around

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Fury freights work of hate onto jury's wait

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Just more fists with a message that i didn't deserve,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut