This is a song about "Skeleton bone seek harder bone"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Put my number in your phone

And one bitch who bad to the bone

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Use to get the bone scraps now i get the good meat

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

You didnt do it for love you did it dause you grew a bone

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Just discovered rap like god threw me a bone, freshly uncovered

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone