This is a song about "Bones muscles muscle directions"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Of which we lack muscle.

Just like an animal

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Sunroof flow so over your head

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club