This is a song about "A phone"

And don't you bring your camera phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

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

I turned down a quarter mil to pitch a mobile phone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Like that drop out who created my phone

And there's little to be glad for

Whipped out his phone and let a roar

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

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

I need a ring, like a phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone