This is a song about "Blackberry and iphone"

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Check it uhh, yeah put your iphone down

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

And a fridge and some broccoli

I’m tryna be low key

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Show ‘em how much they really mean

More money that mean less sleep

They laugh and scream and leap

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Would have came back for you

And pissing red, white, and blue