This is a song about "Dislocated shoulders"

I've dislocated my fucking brain and it's doing fine without me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You know i got the heat like flamethrowers on my shoulders

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Sitting here with slumped shoulders

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Just these words crying over shoulders,