This is a song about "Neck bones"

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Wrap my lasso round you neck,

‘cause we can’t see your bones

I got alotta phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Got me rushed to the station

Down my neck, stunned, so grim,