This is a song about "Blood and bone"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

That shit was wack as fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Cerebral blood splatter and brain matter

Or something that you paid for