This is a song about "The bones in our body"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

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

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

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Toss the body in my trunk

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

Came out the game, full stomach and some bones

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

The body will slept through and our mind wont decay

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

It's the estate dream, written in our genes