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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Then those bitches who grew old.

Out at night mama hit my phone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

Needles in my alley history of murders and rapes,my area is old as hell

Like that drop out who created my phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

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

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

Playing with fire is a danger zone

A lotta hoes in my phone