This is a song about "Fists of fury"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Blame it on me like a bully, but i need a way maturely to say through the fury

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Pray to the based god you don't catch the fury/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Bitch tits over here, the size of your fists, my only question for you is, do you even lift?

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Mors westford on a nigga with my axes of fury

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

While scheming on hits

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Ya needa use your fists.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix