This is a song about "Bone"

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

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

But my squad like the 72' dolphins

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Know i just call it head phone

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

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