This is a song about "Bone"

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

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

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

So i guess you think you grown

I'm throwin you a bone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone