This is a song about "Travis who bone slightly chunky babes and drives dodge trucks"

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Smoked with those who spoke ebonics, bone hits, don't go chokin on it

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

He's out there for you, and he drives in a coup.

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home