This is a song about "Bone"

And don't you bring your camera phone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Put my number in your phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone