This is a song about "Bones of the body"

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

Mind out of my body

To cali, to cali

Hand full of all the drugs your body can handle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Never tame to any part of the body/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Cause i have the soul of a god and the body of a mortal

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

Gash slash the rest, stomp listen to the bones crack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit