This is a song about "Android phones"

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

And i like the hoes that need passion

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

Im better than you and i record my shit with an android

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point