This is a song about "Bone"

I got these tats all on my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

But now she's all flesh and bone

Playin with fire is a danger zone