This is a song about "Bone"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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.

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

You haters put up your guards

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

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