This is a song about "Bone"

Going so hard like bone marrow

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

I rake in loads of bone charms

I got these tats all on my arms

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Shit ain’t better alone

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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