This is a song about "Bone"

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

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

And scott larock the super ho back in latin quarters

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

But now she's all flesh and bone

So don't follow me home

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone