This is a song about "Old bones"

Now for a story of broken bones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones

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

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes