This is a song about "C bone"

It was just the four of us uptown corners

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And all anyone cares about is the c

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

I'm throwin you a bone

Before i leave home

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

With the temp near zero, frozen down to bone