This is a song about "Bone death"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Gotta handle your own

And one bitch who bad to the bone

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

I'll be bugs with no carrot a dog without a bone.

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

Grow older, closer to death.

I'm hoping i confess

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

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

Call me whatever joe

Going so hard like bone marrow