This is a song about "Bone"

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

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

And don't you bring your camera phone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own