This is a song about "Bone"

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Know i just call it head phone

I rake in loads of bone charms

You haters put up your guards

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone