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

Like that drop out who created my phone

Playing with fire is a danger zone

But i will be my old self again in no time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old

A lotta hoes in my phone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Uhh im underated but i got multimillion dollar songs on my phone,

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Then those bitches who grew old.

Black woman you cold