This is a song about "Fists of stone"

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Don't you know you can't get blood out of a stone?

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

It's cold and the hole stinks

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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