This is a song about "Bone"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Whip, plane, motions own

And one bitch who bad to the bone

I'm throwin you a bone

And it's well known that rell home

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

But now she's all flesh and bone

Now i'm in the zone

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church