This is a song about "Cracked bones and phones"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,

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

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

Sworn to serve till soul hurt, and his bones burst/

Ummnow i dun been around the world

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I've been doing this hip-hop, i'll do it 'till i'm skull and bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest