This is a song about "Skeletal bones"

Now for a story of broken bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Radical cannibal snappin bones there goes ya clavicle

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Fake niggas get dial tones

‘cause we can’t see your bones

Leave emcees with broken bones, intellectual throne,

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats