This is a song about "Bitch on the phone"

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

I fought back, now my parents are on the phone

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Now i see you talking on the phone to all the other girls,

Playing with fire is a danger zone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Solitude but not all alone speaking to people on the phone

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

And now you're on your phone constantly,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light