This is a song about "Skeletal bones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I've been doing this hip-hop, i'll do it 'till i'm skull and bones,

My bones are all flexible

Lady at the frank stand will

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Now for a story of broken bones

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

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

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths