This is a song about "Bones in the body"

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

Dumps off the body, in a random alleyway

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I got alotta phones

-he is here, he's in my bones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

You will wake up in the er with your body covered in stitches

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,