This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

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

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Blackberry and t phone

I'm throwin you a bone

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

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