This is a song about "Bone"

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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

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

Going so hard like bone marrow

At this love thing toe to toe

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone