This is a song about "Bone"

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

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone