This is a song about "Skeletal bones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

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

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

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I'm fucking stoned and in the zone to snap your crunching bones