This is a song about "Skeletal bones"

‘cause we can’t see your bones

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Targeting drones looking for holy bones