This is a song about "Bones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Fake niggas get dial tones

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

-he is here, he's in my bones

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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