This is a song about "Bone thugs in harmony"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Playin with fire is a danger zone

But now she's all flesh and bone

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Open guts and close em shut, bringing harmony by showing bones of thugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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