This is a song about "Bone"

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

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

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

And don't you bring your camera phone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

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

I woulda done anything for my own

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

My best friend just leave me and he was my back bone