This is a song about "Face bones"

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Don't talk slick boy ya bones get'em fracture

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

They make me want to break my neck, all those bones.

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes