This is a song about "Hustle bones coming out my mouth"

I just say anything that comes out of my mouth

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

Which makes me hustle my q

And all the while i think of you

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth