This is a song about "Blackberry phones"

It's as if the phones, tablets and ipods have turned into cyborgs,

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Rappers talk shit, they got no lines like cordless mobile phones,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

It's 6 am, i'm solitary, calling with pay phones

25. phones gonna blow when you get the call in,

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those