This is a song about "Broken bones"

And hold it so it's on-point, then beat you 'till your broken bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I'll break your bones in both arms

Finish line with the tire marks

Yeah i ain't done

Are grieving and broken

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Broken beyond repair,

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,