This is a song about "Bone"

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

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

And one bitch who bad to the bone

I woulda done anything for my own

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens