This is a song about "Old bones"

Finish line with the tire marks

I'll break your bones in both arms

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Don't talk slick boy ya bones get'em fracture

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

That is connected to wires hiding inside of my bones

-he is here, he's in my bones

And we crazy, homes

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes