This is a song about "Bone"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

Better than college, after that, students home

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home