This is a song about "Bone"

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

And one bitch who bad to the bone

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years