This is a song about "Bones"

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

Finish line with the tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Please put that in your notes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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