This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

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

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

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

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

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Playing with fire is a danger zone