This is a song about "Bone thugs and harmony"

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone