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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

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

I jive like bone

Stop blowin up my phone

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Sit here on my phone in my room all alone

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

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

And i just love your flashy ways