This is a song about "Blackberry and iphone"

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

My iphone wasnt even charged at all,

Now i'm rollin', iphone stolen

Higher power where these verses from

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

She going to borrow some money

And a fridge and some broccoli

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts