This is a song about "Bone thugs and harmony"

To live through harmony and love that's all they wanted to succeed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

We just want you back at home

But now she's all flesh and bone

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,