This is a song about "Angry phone calls"

Gotta handle your own

I need a ring, like a phone

So is dr. j and moses malone

So i always use a phone

That thing just made me angry and furious...

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

A lotta hoes in my phone

On my way back home

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I understand that you are angry

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Associating light skin with classy

Sometimes the lies make me angry