This is a song about "Bone broth"

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

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

Born alone, work alone, die 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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

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

Gotta handle your own

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

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