This is a song about "All these bitching hitting my phone but ignore"

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

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

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up