This is a song about "Bag of bones"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

This is why her nigga mad

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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