This is a song about "Brittle bones and teeth"

But music is in my veins, bones, flesh and

That happen to act like a black president

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

At a nigga with a piece and probably loose ya teeth

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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/

Not for the weak, frail and brittle

Ok just listen up a little