This is a song about "Bone"

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

So is dr. j and moses malone

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers