This is a song about "Bones in the body"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones

In the relationship,but your body perfect , you really worth it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Patron black, uh, patron jones

-he is here, he's in my bones

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother