This is a song about "Bones of the body"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

With parts of their body through the mail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Never tame to any part of the body/

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

I want the you out of my body so bad you just

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

The pain i feel, the sorrow that's hitting me is deep in my bones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

This is the ferrari

Mind out of my body