This is a song about "Bone"

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Going so hard like bone marrow

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

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,

The king upon the throne

I'm throwin you a bone

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone