This is a song about "A phone"

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Like that drop out who created my phone

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Don't ever phone, i'll put you on hold like i fucking strapped a gram,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Nervous in a cold sweat, no phone call yet

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Now i'm in the zone

I need a ring, like a phone

My friend took a pic with his small phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Psych! already tried before, that phone call equals a fueled strike/