This is a song about "Fists of stone"

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Fists out, swingin' 'till the 56th round

I just might throw a big amount

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Yo i take blunts to the face, like rihanna take fists

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?

So is dr. j and moses malone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business