This is a song about "Answering your phone"

And it's well known that rell home

I need a ring, like a phone

Like that drop out who created my phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Answering anomalies in the acropolis

That scary love, never get married love

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

But the minute i took out my phone

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track