This is a song about "Neck bones"

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Jesus piece around my neck

Like a church in debt

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

I work hard for everything i get

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Now for a story of broken bones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Just this mornin i strangled a neck

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet