This is a song about "Broken leg bone"

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Streaks are made to broken

On the bible you can run

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

Maybe we just need to slow

Going so hard like bone marrow

But now she's all flesh and bone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Are grieving and broken

Fuck it, i'm done