This is a song about "Bone"

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Gotta handle your own

I'm throwin you a bone

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

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Going so hard like bone marrow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though