This is a song about "Bone marrow"

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

I can't stop it, a meta-phorical bone-marrow switch

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I'm throwin you a bone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone