This is a song about "Bone"

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

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

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

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Know i just call it head phone

Going so hard like bone marrow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow