This is a song about "Bone"

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

On my way back home

But now she's all flesh and bone

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks