This is a song about "Bone"

Better than college, after that, students home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Going so hard like bone marrow

What's the deal with the nets though

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

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

That he dont even own

And one bitch who bad to the bone

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

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw