This is a song about "Neck bones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Code red, which means you go red

Flow tighter than a noose on you neck

This is oh so much like getting votes

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

My bones are all flexible

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Jesus piece around my neck

-he is here, he's in my bones

I got alotta phones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,