This is a song about "Rickets the bone disease"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Grow a spinal bone, there ain't no such thing as the friend zone

But the head pounds, mind cooks like i found a disease that's venereal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I'm throwin you a bone

That he dont even own

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest