This is a song about "Broken bones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

‘cause we can’t see your bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

Come get some, you little bum

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Please put that in your notes

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

You're prone to getting broken with your bones if you gon flex them

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones