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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I been in the zone like my whole life my new bitch your old wife

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Put my number in your phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

In my old school, with the naughty

Top 10 in my category

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

Like that drop out who created my phone

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight