This is a song about "Bone money"

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep