This is a song about "Blackberry and iphone"

She can only live for the moment

And remember what i said and

And kill yourself and your clique

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Don't believe me, just watch

My iphone need the charge

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

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that