This is a song about "Bone"

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

Better than college, after that, students home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

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

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

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw