This is a song about "Of mud bone"

Here, i'll throw you a bone. here's a word of advice:

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

So i guess you think you grown

I'm throwin you a bone

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Bleeding but still breathing when you kicked me into the mud,

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Seeps into my bone marrow and sharpens

So here i am at the store for some chips

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone