This is a song about "206 bones"

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I've been doing this hip-hop, i'll do it 'till i'm skull and bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans