This is a song about "Bone thugs n harmony"

I'm throwin you a bone

Little latasha sho' grown

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

Going so hard like bone marrow

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

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

All of you illiterate joe's are illegitimate thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

European model white bitch is eating donuts

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

But we're all human, so we should be living in harmony