This is a song about "Bone"

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

I woulda done anything for my own

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone