This is a song about "Bone"

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

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

But now she's all flesh and bone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

I ain't tryna brag though

Going so hard like bone marrow

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone