This is a song about "Bone"

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

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

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city