This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

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

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

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

And it's well known that rell home

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story