This is a song about "Bone"

I'll be bugs with no carrot a dog without a bone.

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

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

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

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Blackberry and t phone

I'm throwin you a bone