This is a song about "Bone"

But now she's all flesh and bone

On my way back home

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Going so hard like bone marrow

Yeah, now here's the memo