This is a song about "Skeletal bones"

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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