This is a song about "Fists of stone"

Cause bitch, i'm big business

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

He's one of those guys that pump their fists to the skies screamin "im a believer!"

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Medusa head will turn u into stone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

It's the work of a killer so hungry with heart made of stone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,