This is a song about "Bone"

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

But now she's all flesh and bone

So i ended up all alone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

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

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home