This is a song about "Bone"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Playin with fire is a danger zone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

I rake in loads of bone charms

Finish line with the tire marks

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

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

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

Whip, plane, motions own

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits