This is a song about "Bone"

Get rough with me, that night flow

Going so hard like bone marrow

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

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

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

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

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

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

And one bitch who bad to the bone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone