This is a song about "Blackberry and iphone"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I've got an iphone but i'm afraid to phone ya.

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

My iphone wasnt even charged at all,

If he does my soul to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Yeah, we spit that saliva, iphone got message from viber

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

For thinking you clean