This is a song about "Blackberry phones"

Phones booming got the police on the chase,

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Pounding on the stereo, in my head phones,

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Like tapping in the mobile phones, in my chromosomes,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Playin' cee-lo, rolling dice, and talkin' on their mobile phones,