This is a song about "Stupid bones"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Please put that in your notes

And nasty remains and bones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

That is connected to wires hiding inside of my bones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

So we sit like an hopeless soul with broken bones

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

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes