This is a song about "Bone"

But now she's all flesh and bone

You left your nigga on his own

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone