This is a song about "Bag of bones"

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Twista finna get up on the track

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

I got alotta phones

‘cause we can’t see your bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

So here i am at the store for some chips

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones