This is a song about "Bone thugz"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But now she's all flesh and bone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

You haters put up your guards

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge