This is a song about "Bone"

I'll be bugs with no carrot a dog without a bone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Going so hard like bone marrow

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

And don't you bring your camera phone