This is a song about "Of mud bone"

But now she's all flesh and bone

So is dr. j and moses malone

Ain't he, ancient like the pharaoh

Going so hard like bone marrow

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

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

It annoys me to the point of clawing arm and bone to reach a mental zone

To highjack you from the hearse and throw you in the mud

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years