This is a song about "Bone"

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone