This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

Going so hard like bone marrow

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

But now she's all flesh and bone

Now all i am is alone