This is a song about "Bones pain"

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

I got alotta phones

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

This is oh so much like getting votes

Yet god #bless them, if #he'll 'front his bled bones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Yet god bless them, if he'll 'front his bled bones

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

Now for a story of broken bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes