This is a song about "Bone"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

They blowing up my phone

I'm throwin you a bone