This is a song about "T bone"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I rake in loads of bone charms

You haters put up your guards

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody