This is a song about "Every bone and mussle"

And i would beat 'em every single minute, week, every night,

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Stop blowing up my cellphone

I'm throwin you a bone

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

How every choice and every move made

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Born alone, work alone, die alone

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

And i mean every motherfuckin word

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone