This is a song about "Bone chilling"

I'm chilling with jesus

We don't ever make love

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Chilling in my mansion bruce wayne/

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Going so hard like bone marrow

Ballin til the buzzer blow