This is a song about "Bone"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone