This is a song about "Bone thugs"

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

I woulda done anything for my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone