This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

I'm throwin you a bone

You're the corner stone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

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

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

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

And the v12, that's on various trips