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

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

I say that the pool is closed

Then those bitches who grew old.

Let me rideuntil i get free

In my old school, with the naughty

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

But i will be my old self again in no time

Stop blowin up my phone

Before i leave home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,