This is a song about "Bones"

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption 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.

Radical cannibal snappin bones there goes ya clavicle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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