This is a song about "Bone thugs and harmony"

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

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Know i just call it head phone

But now she's all flesh and bone

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers