This is a song about "Cracked bones and phones"

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

God had me sent away, i cracked and i was fucked, up,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

She bit down and my dick cracked one of her incisors.

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I won't be going to hell. i have been stalked, stabbed, my bones cracked,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,