This is a song about "Old bones"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

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

Yet god #bless them, if #he'll 'front his bled bones

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Yet god bless them, if he'll 'front his bled bones

That is connected to wires hiding inside of my bones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

And we crazy, homes

‘cause we can’t see your bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

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