This is a song about "Bone"

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

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

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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