This is a song about "Old bones"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

Women front, they get its cold

And don't think what you're old

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Radical cannibal snappin bones there goes ya clavicle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes