This is a song about "Old bones"

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

My bones are all flexible

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones