This is a song about "Cranium bones"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

I aim to cause strain until your cranium busts,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

Now for a story of broken bones

This is oh so much like getting votes