This is a song about "Bones muscles muscle directions"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I woulda done anything for my own

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Words are weapons, the only right way of the worlds directions

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Muscle convulsions, pumped fulla lead

Nobody ain't own us yet

Please put that in your notes

‘cause we can’t see your bones