This is a song about "Bitches in my old phone"

A lotta hoes in my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

See i was in my room, on my old xbox.

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Mami told me son, hold your own

Stop blowin up my phone

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

It feel just like i get lyrics off my phone

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

I don't need no fucking throne

Out at night mama hit my phone

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Then those bitches who grew old.