This is a song about "Bone"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

But now she's all flesh and bone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

But a pole position you couldn't hold, not even your own wooden bone

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

I'm throwin you a bone

I'm in tha zone