This is a song about "Bone"

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

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

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

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

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

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

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home