This is a song about "Cracked bones and phones"

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

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

They claim it as their own, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

I top and outperform, screeching bones like a board and chalk

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

The day before is better than the present

But music is in my veins, bones, flesh and