This is a song about "Bone"

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone