This is a song about "Bones muscles muscle directions"

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Now for a story of broken bones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

So if i do call it's just a check

Pulled in more directions than intersections, avoiding collisions, weak

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I then gained a little muscle

No one notice your struggle

Lady at the frank stand will

Of which we lack muscle.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Let me twist your mind,and fuck it in all directions

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone