This is a song about "Broken bones"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

‘cause we can’t see your bones

And i don't think homes

I'm a son of gun

Streaks are made to broken

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

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

Streaks are made to broken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes