This is a song about "Answering your phone"

Little latasha sho' grown

Out at night mama hit my phone

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And now you're on your phone constantly,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

A lotta hoes in my phone

You left your nigga on his own

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Well my lifes a question that needs answering,