This is a song about "Bone death"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

What you getting is death

Wish i could shed all these tears

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

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

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

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home