This is a song about "Bone"

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

And don't you bring your camera phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons