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.

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Streaks are made to broken

Now for a story of broken bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes