This is a song about "T bone"

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

Shit just makes me get cold stoned to the bone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

You don;t thin anymore

She leave her hair on the floor

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I rake in loads of bone charms

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms