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

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

But now she's all flesh and bone

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And no longing for dates

Invades states, degrading babes,