This is a song about "Nasal bone"

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Stop blowing up my cellphone

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

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

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

But now she's all flesh and bone

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Going so hard like bone marrow

Wale dc said we on joe

On our throne just trynna throw you a bone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home