This is a song about "Sternum clavicle"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Always holding the world on my shoulder

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I rake in loads of bone charms

Please correct me, stretch marks

I was like a talking head but i had a twisted neck,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone