This is a song about "Bone"

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

And one bitch who bad to the bone

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

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,