This is a song about "Bones and muscles"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I'll leave a mic and some headphones with her dead bones then i'll head home

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

The biggest lie ever told, was stick's and stone's may break my bones/

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

With split muscles, spillin' curdling blood flows