This is a song about "Bone"

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Ill cut you and eat your flesh to the bone

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Bone her, cause she said i could bone it as a bonus,

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I'm throwin you a bone

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers