This is a song about "Old bones"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

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

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

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

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Fake niggas get dial tones

‘cause we can’t see your bones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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