This is a song about "C bone"

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And i'm just being honest

C and i flow the hardest

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

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