This is a song about "Bitch on the phone"

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

The bitch is back at her house sitting by the phone

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash