This is a song about "Norwegian to my bone"

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

I'll fight unil my bone collapse don't give a fuck if my knuckles do crack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

We can let scuds blast in a grudge match if theres a bone to be picking

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known