This is a song about "Fists of stone"

I jive like bone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

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

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!"

She likes the way it hits her lips

And these fake cocksuckers fists/

Victims name engraved on marble stone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.