This is a song about "Back bone"

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Be shy when we're all alone

I'm throwin you a bone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone