This is a song about "Bag of bones"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips