This is a song about "Bone"

Now i'm in the zone

But now she's all flesh and bone

Hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

I rake in loads of bone charms

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

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