This is a song about "Broken bones"

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

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

I'll break your bones in both arms

Please correct me, stretch marks

Got to the end of the tunnel

My bones are all flexible

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

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

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And nasty remains and bones

Please put that in your notes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes