This is a song about "Bone thugs"

I'm throwin you a bone

Cnn, nbc, cbs, creep in my home

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

But now she's all flesh and bone

Put my number in your phone

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Tellin em what you thugs

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone