This is a song about "Bone"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

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

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