This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

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

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

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Know i just call it head phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone