This is a song about "Fists of stone"

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

Kids taking shit and cocky motherfucker's 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

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

So is dr. j and moses malone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone