This is a song about "Bone"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church