This is a song about "Bone marrow"

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

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

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Drown in ya sorrow as i pull your skin off from the marrow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Put my number in your phone

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

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge