This is a song about "Bone"

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

So i parked in a tow-away zone

But now she's all flesh and bone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers