This is a song about "Bone"

Your words cut through me, like a knife through flesh and bone.

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

But lucifer's the one that wanted you, he threw the dog a bone,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone