This is a song about "Bone"

And one bitch who bad to the bone

You left your nigga on his own

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

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

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

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone