This is a song about "Blood and bone"

Please sugar don't come alone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

"money and blood don't mix

The jiggas and the tips

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

And wrote my flows with your blood smears

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone