This is a song about "Dislocated shoulders"

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

This is what i cannot say, but plays over and over above my shoulders

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

You know i got the heat like flamethrowers on my shoulders

Talking about the god you serve

Lay there with busted shoulders,