This is a song about "Fists of fury"

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

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

All my other people that dance around

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I'll greet through my fists, give your ribcage a knock

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

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

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