This is a song about "Bone"

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

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

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,

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms