This is a song about "Blood and bone"

You're our own flesh and blood/

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Baby got that super bass

And blood splattered all over my face.

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

And as the blood ran he felt elated

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge