This is a song about "Bone"

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

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

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

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

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone