This is a song about "Bone"

And one bitch who bad to the bone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

But now she's all flesh and bone

Soon as i get home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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