This is a song about "Bone"

Put my number in your phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

So i ended up all alone

I'm throwin you a bone

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

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

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone