This is a song about "Viking blood norwegian bone"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I'm a norse viking hiking all over your psyche

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And one bitch who bad to the bone

Now all i am is alone

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

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