This is a song about "I breaks it down to the bone bristle"

Making sure you breaks down

I don't want no fucking crown

I can't stop it, a meta-phorical bone-marrow switch

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Fuck it when my pencil breaks

So if you done with these beijing games

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

Turn it down, let the speakers play some soft shit, i want to sleep today

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

I'll be waiting at the top ready to knock it down

Like catabolism who just breaks down the door

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Ashamed if it - words that cut deep to the bone marrow

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though