This is a song about "Bone"

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

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

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

She likes the way it hits her lips

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

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

And it's well known that rell home

And one bitch who bad to the bone