This is a song about "Bone"

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

We just want you back at home

I'm throwin you a bone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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