This is a song about "Bones"

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Yet god #bless them, if #he'll 'front his bled bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Now for a story of broken bones

Please correct me, stretch marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,