This is a song about "Broken bones"

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

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

Vijay singh and all of them

Streaks are made to broken

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Most of them niggas dumb

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Please put that in your notes

‘cause we can’t see your bones

Finish line with the tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms