This is a song about "Bone"

I never fit in with them light skins

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone