This is a song about "Bone"

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Mami told me son, hold your own

I'm throwin you a bone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

Whining and complaining about when you coming home