This is a song about "Brittle bones and teeth"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

And if the family sees you again they might just start picking bones,

But music is in my veins, bones, flesh and

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Snickering and smacking they gums through false teeth

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

The biggest lie ever told, was stick's and stone's may break my bones/

Ok just listen up a little

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

I've been doing this hip-hop, i'll do it 'till i'm skull and bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies