This is a song about "Bones"

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

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

I got alotta phones

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

If we ain't right and always at the throats

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes