This is a song about "Bone thugz"

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I rake in loads of bone charms

Finish line with the tire marks

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

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

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone