This is a song about "Bones to be picking"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

After im done with you your bones will be stringy

My education stopped at a high school degree

Gash slash the rest, stomp listen to the bones crack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,

Sworn to serve till soul hurt, and his bones burst/

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world